There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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A Soul Lives On

Reba Ferguson‘s daughter, Hannah, was a lively nine-year-old when she was diagnosed with brain cancer, a high risk medulloblastoma, in 2007. The next three years were taken up with painful treatments, hopeful periods of remission, and the nightmare of recurrence, ending in Hannah’s death. Overwhelmed with grief, Reba sought comfort from many sources, including astrology, […]

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I started life in a glass box. I lay alone, barely breathing. Eyelids thin, light stabbing. Body on fire, nerves raw. Beeps piercing my tiny ears. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t suck. Tubes down my nose, wires on my skin.

Hardwired For Joy

Joy and sorrow are inseparable … together they come and when one sits alone with you … remember that the other is asleep upon your bed. Kahlil Gibran

Remember The Siblings

What about the siblings of the deceased? We forget about them. And I’m sorry.

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Too Busy For Joy

Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes. Frederick Buechner

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Finding Your Way

“I lost a child,” she said. “I thought I wouldn’t live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.” Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver

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